Frakking technology

Half the computer systems are down at work. Again. That means no access to anything I want to work on tonight, including email.

Gnarr.

Three more nights

Hyper!Coworker's sister is having Boy Trouble. They've been on the phone for the past hour, and I'm getting a one-sided blow-by-blow of the whole situation.

Yeesh.

Hyper!Coworker is 24, and her sister is 23. They're very, very earnest, and very very young. I don't understand how they have the energy for this level of drama.

Ah, young love. :P

I've successfully adapted to night shift today, after spending all day asleep. I slept from 08:00 to 19:00, and awoke feeling considerably better than the past three days, and now it's 04:00 and I'm wide awake and bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Go me.

I'm still looking forward to Monday. Three nights left, although two of them are going to be long.

Damn...

I have involuntarily committed... I don't know what to call this.

I was cleaning out my purse today, and came across an envelope full of money. It's not mine. It says: "Aux auxiliaires: signez cartes pour le décès de la mère à Micheline Poirier. + contribution volontaire."

Translation: "To the auxiliary staff: sign condolence cards for the death of Micheline Poirier's mother. + voluntary contribution."

I must have picked it up somewhere by mistake this week, but I can't for the life of me figure out where it came from! I called work, and there's no one there by that name, so I can't have accidentally picked it up there.

That means that somewhere between, I dunno, last week and today, somewhere during my many many errands, I picked up someone's little fundraising to give a nice present to a grieving woman.

There are no words to express just how distressed I am by this. I've tried calling at the various places I've been, but it's too early as yet to call. I am SO upset! This is the last thing I would have wanted.

Thank God the cards aren't in here too. I'd be even more upset. The person collecting the money is probably really upset too, and angry either at herself for losing the envelope or angry at the person she thinks was horrible enough to steal it.

This sucks.

:::ETA at 10:40:::

Okay.

I've called all the places where I ran errands this week. No Micheline Poirier works anywhere I've been.

I've placed classified ads on Craigslist and Kijiji, and in the Montreal Mirror.

I've checked all the obits (English and French) for a Micheline Poirier listed as Next of Kin.

There are 93 "M. Poirier" listed in the Montreal area. I don't think it's realistic of me to call them all concerning this. Especially as that doesn't include Laval or the South Shore, which could also easily apply in this case.

Any other ideas?

:::Further ETA at 11:20:::

Have emailed Mix 96 with a request for assistance. No idea what that'll turn up.

Called most of the local CLSCs and so forth to check on their employees.

Sent a request for information to the Urgel Bourgie funeral home, too.

I think it's time for me to go to bed now.

*wipes slate clean*

On the plus side, I have sort of fixed the washing machine problem. Remember how the tap leaked? Well, the Teflon plumbing tape did the trick. Only there's another leak in the tap itself (where the handle-thingy joins up with the pipe). So I'm going to have to get some of that silicone stuff, I think, to deal with that leak.

Also, I have carrot soup boiling on the stove.

I refuse to have a bad day because of one conversation.

Yeah.

So with everything that happened today, I only got about two hours' worth of sleep.

Needless to say, I don't feel like going to work, especially.

If I'm lucky it'll be quiet and I'll be able to catch a cat nap.

Bonus: I'm meeting BorderCrossing for breakfast. She's coming to fetch me after work. My girlfriend is willing to get up and meet me at 06:45 on a Saturday morning for breakfast: truly, I have scored myself a pearl among women. :)